"What kind of things?"
"I won't tell you."
"Tell me one."
"Well, then, 'Beloved.'"
"Word We have no Concern with," murmured Tommy. He was shocked, but still curious. "Does she say 'Beloved' to you?" he inquired.
"No, she says it to him."
"Him! Wha is he?" Tommy thought he was at the beginning of a discovery, but she answered, uncomfortably,
"I don't know."
"But you've seen him?"
"No, he—he is not there."